Blue, Plaid Dress

That day I  proudly displayed:
A blue, plaid dress,
Pig tails to fix my hair
Which was usually a mess;
A loose basket
Hanging from my arm
Which I tossed and swung around
Much to my mom's alarm;
White frilly socks over my toes
To keep them warm
As we ran around the highs and lows. 

And, oh, how I adored those lovely ruby flats.
Still, they got tossed out in the cold. 
But I loved that they were mine, 
Even if they were left on a dirty mat. 

I was Dorothy for that party, 
Full of childhood imagination and joy.
But none of this stopped me
From wearing your sweats
When asked if I wanted 
To play with the girls or with the boys. 

--Written by Sandy Heights
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